《Return (TOG)》6
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When Eran saw the wave controller class teacher, a visible blush could be seen on her cheeks.
He's so cute!!!
It was someone who looks like a walking rectangular cloud. There were two horns from the side of the costume's head. For the face, was a large smiling mouth, nearly stretching from one side to another.
"Sorry I'm late regulars." The walking cloud apologized. "My name is Yuga, and I'm in charge of the wave controller's position."
Cute....
Well, the first lesson was just about making a contract with the administrator.
"Eran and Laure, you've both made a contract with the administrator already, right?"
"Yes." Eran replied. She was about to doze off, when her mind started replaying memories of the gathering. Although it was only a few weeks ago, it felt like an extremely long time ago.
...
"... Take it." Jahad said. In his arms, was a wooly scarf. It was of a light silvery grey, with red edges. There was also the mark of Jahad's three eyes on one of the edges of the scarf.
"... If you ever... Feel lonely... Take it out." Jahad spoke slowly, unsure of what to say. It was the first time he gave someone personal a gift, after all. "It will protect you whenever I can't."
"... Thank you so much, Jahad." Eran gratefully said, and showed him a warm smile. For someone like Jahad, who never picked a give before, it must have been hard to choose. "I will treasure it forever."
Jahad looked at my face, before looking back at his fingers, which were tightly entwined with each other.
...
Hm, maybe I'll play with the scarf later- oh.
Just as Eran was thinking about the scarf, it already appeared in her arms, and was firmly wrapping her hands. Mindlessly, she played with the scarf.
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I miss all of you already.
...
Yuga was explaining more about shinsu, but Eran already understood everything.
I'm so tired.
Eran quietly wrapped the wooly scarf around her eyes.
Hehe, I look stupid.
...
When lesson ended, Eran gathered shinsu to form a flute again. With the scarf still covering her face, she placed the flute in her mouth. Then she continued playing even after she entered her room.
Mind empty, body relaxed.
Eran sat in her bed, as she stopped playing her flute.
Master the formless shinsu, and control it.
Eran shut her eyes, as she slowly sensed the shinsu flowing about in the air. She felt the shinsu slowing under the cracks of doors, through holes in the ceiling, the corridors.
Shinsu is everywhere. But rather than forcing shinsu to follow your way, guide it. Shinsu itself takes no form, yet is capable of all forms after all.
You, who is born formless, managed to achieve form with shinsu. Hence, it isn't that far fetched to say that you are shinsu, and shinsu is you. Controlling the flow of shinsu to suit you should be as natural as breathing.
Eran spent the rest of the day like that, in that meditative state.
...
With piercing focus, and a sharp mind, Eran went about her day.
Today's goal is to try and maintain this state for the entire day. And to also try to maintain this state without anyone spotting out any differences between today's me and yesterday's me.
Eran chatted with Endorsi, the boy called Bam and others during lunch break. She paid attention to Mr Yuga's lesson.
Throughout her entire day, she was still weaving more and more shinsu cloth.
She continued weaving and weaving... Overtime, Eran's control over shinsu was eerily good. Naturally, no one knew of this.
Nothing good ever comes out of letting people know of your abilities anyway.
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...
... "Please be our friend." Hatz and Shibisu knocked on my door, introduced themselves and asked Eran a question.
"Sure." She replied, and scribbled my name on both of their papers. "My family would be happy that I finally made some friends anyway."
"I'm going back to sleep now. Goodnight, and good luck." Then Eran shut the door, and went back to meditate.
...
After Eran signed that form, Hatz and Shibisu seemed to have made it their responsibility to drag her to their table every lunch break.
"Stop sitting in the corner you loner!"
While it can get rowdy at times, Eran definitely enjoyed it. She also made sure to brag about her friends to her brothers and sisters.
"Heh!" Eran proudly said. "I have friends now!"
"Well done Eran! Your brother is so proud~" Eduan, as usual, praised Eran.
"Hehe! " ... ...
...
As the days passed, Eran took notice of, what she can confidently say is Arlene and V's child. Naturally, their child, Bam, was incredibly talented and naive. She could see how his talent was attracting unwanted jealousy from other regulars in the same class, but she didn't care.
Why should she?
...
Occasionally, there would be a test during lessons. It was to measure our progress. Naturally, Eran did well. After the tests, she would usually rest in her seat, or okay with the scarf.
Sometimes, she would start crying for no reason. Sometimes, she would just start playing her flute out of nowhere. Regardless, the entire class could never predict what skillful Eran was going to do.
...
Eran was walking about the corridor of the building one day, when she bumped into Hansung.
"You're handsome." Eran told him when they first met at the corridor.
"Thank you." Hansung gave a cordial smile.
"Ah." Eran said. "I heard you're a coffee lover, cause you smell like coffee. A friend of mine gave me some good beans a few days ago. I don't drink coffee, so I'll give them to you. Is that okay? Drinking instant coffee all day isn't good for you."
"... Thank you." Hansung merely said. But inwards, he didn't believe anything the strange regular before him was saying. How could she know what I like anyway?
When Hansung saw a box of coffee outside his office, he already had a good impression of the regular called Eran.
Honestly, brother is going to fill up our shared inventory with his gifts at this rate.
Just before Eran left to take the tests and start climbing the tower, Eudan gave her a bag.
"This is a spacial bag." Eudan explained. "I also have one of it. Whatever I put inside my bag, you can use. Whatever you put inside your bag, I can also see and use. I will be using this bag to ship you gifts often sister!"
Eran slug the bag comfortable around her shoulder. Although the bag may seem small and normal, the amount of items it can store several warehouses of items.
"Thank you brother!"
Eran knew her brother would stuff the bag with mountains of gifts, but she didn't expect him to fill up half of the space within 2 weeks!!!
Because of this, Eran often gave or borrowed items to other regulars, which made them very inclined to help her. As she gave coffee beans to Hansung, Hansung was very thankful to her as well.
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